Dikt; Dispatch from the Home Front: Halloween 2001 av Tony Brown
like every other year I sit outside with a guitar while kids roam in small packs from lit door to lit door the costumes tonight are not that frightening angels and fairies and superheroes abound a few bloodsuckers and ghouls a sprinkling of skeletons no terrorists the adults pretend to be scared jessie (the giraffe from across the street) solemnly hands me M & Ms from her stash when I put the Snickers in her pumpkin “honey,” I tell her “it’s not a trade – it‘s a gift” and she solemnly takes them back the young girl in the bathrobe and curlers wearing the sign that says I AM NOT A MORNING PERSON says to me “I want to hear you play your prettyful music” so I hand her candy and I pick up my guitar to play a song appropriate to the season (a song by the Grateful Dead) for this world’s recent ghosts this world where unimaginable ashes sift down on children’s beds in one part of this world the very rocks and baseballs smell of abrasives, jet fuel, b